Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation
Chapter 957: Master Style
The first to speak was a young man wearing a black armor, carrying a bloody knife, a tall horse, a tiger with a back, half a head taller than Xiao Chen, approaching a meter and eight tall.
Guo Zi's face frowned heavily, his eyes were full of arrogance, the overflowing flashes did not converge anything, quite daring to look directly at Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen's heart was calm, but he didn't feel how malicious this person was. The young man was proud of himself and suddenly discovered that a man of similar age would naturally be dissatisfied to be his head.
Especially Xiao Chen's gesture at this moment, indeed, is only the midterm appearance of Wusheng. For two years, Xiao Chen disappeared and past events were inevitably blackmailed.
Han Qinghe smiled and quietly watched Xiao Chen treat this way. This is a small matter, I believe Xiao Chen can still solve it at will.
Xiao Chen had a list given to him by Han Qinghe, which recorded the details of the twenty disciples, took a look and found the person's information.
A moment later, Xiao Chen collected the information and looked up at the person. “Jin Ping, twenty-six years old this year, is in the aftermath of Wusheng. Excellent talent, excellent root bone, extremely talented knife surgery, and 70% knife intent. There was once a battle with the full moon building, but it was a tragic end, not even 10 moves persisted. ”
“This information seems to be written in a bit of a contradiction. I can't even catch the 10 tricks, and I dare to call myself extremely talented in knife surgery. It's too much. ”
Jin Ping was somewhat proud to hear Xiao Chen recite his information. Although his curriculum vitae could not be compared to Xiao Chen's two years ago, it counted as a rookie who had risen in recent years, and his fame was broadcast far away.
The battle against the wind, despite the defeat of Judah, who did not know that the wind was young and famous, enjoyed the title of the first swordsman of the 18 southern states. Now in another two years, the other party's knife intentions have reached 90% huge, and its strength can rival that of the top geniuses of all races.
Whether he repaired the knife or not, he was lower than the other party, walked ten moves before losing, but Xiao Chen wrote a slightly understated sentence, saying nothing worthwhile.
Golden Scale Ben was dissatisfied. Naturally, he didn't want to put up with anything more. Step forward, Ang Shufeng Mang forced people to say: “Brother Xiao Chen, you are known as the White Robe Knife. Two years ago, Kunlun was famous. Golden Scale did not want to resist. He wanted to ask his brother about knife technique. ”
Han Qinghe smiled in his heart, worse than anything, and Xiao Chen compared to the knife.
Think about Xiao Chen's previous moves, Han Qinghe has fresh memories, Xiao Chen's two punches, another way, the sword deviated, still looks a little juvenile. But in time, you will become one of a kind and become an extinct sword emperor.
Thinking about it, Han Qinghe couldn't help but preach, “Xiao Chen, calm down, this gold scale is the seedlings all our elders like, it's kind of the most promising junior disciples in this team. ”
“The elder didn't say I could see it, but the jade couldn't figure it out. I inspired him to compete with the knife, which was also my intention. ”
After hearing Xiao Chen's words, Han Qinghe sighed and was also greatly surprised. If Xiao Chen encountered such a situation before, he would never hesitate so much. He could instantly deter the scene by directly hitting the thunderbolt.
Master style!
These four words suddenly jumped out of my mind. Han Qinghe's expression shocked me. I remember the first time I saw Xiao Chen, the other party's temperament and posture, absolutely no mistake, it is truly a master style.
These four words are not small, but Han Qinghe is a visitor, deeply understand the reason.
Some of the finest martial arts, will never be a master martial arts, what is missing is this master style, not enough attitude.
Today Xiao Chen is young, but has a master style. This group of untamed people in front of him is not at all a peer tune in his eyes, and is naturally regarded by him as the upward heart of a group of descendants.
As long as Xiao Chenshu reached the upper grade Wusheng, I'm afraid he will soon become a master Wusheng, a 30-year-old master Wusheng, Han Qinghe reached this conclusion in his brain, his eyes are looking at Xiao Chen's great change of color.
In two years, Xiao Chenshu seemed to have been dragged down a lot by his peers, but once he reached Master Wusheng, Xiao Chen could instantly counteract the superhero.
By the time those people understood the importance of the Master style, Xiao Chen, after years of accumulation, with his talent, feared that even the Emperor's heart could understand thoroughly, stomped all the geniuses of this era at his feet.
In the palace, the crowd has scattered aside, leaving a wide area for Xiao Chen and Jin Xiang.
Golden scale looked at Xiao Chen, the name like Thunder through the ear two years ago, in addition to nervousness, is more of an excitement, eyes slowly filled with fanatical flame.
After standing still, Golden Scale slightly dissapointed: “Brother Xiao Chen, do you look down on me like this, you don't even take out the knife. ”
Xiao Chen smiled. "Whatever you do with the knife, it's my knife. You'll see it later. ”
Pretending to be a ghost, Golden Scale muttered in his heart, his broad hand grabbed the handle of the knife, the long blood knife suddenly drew out, his angry eyes looked directly at Xiao Chen, suddenly drank the blood waves.
At the tip of his golden scaly toe, he stepped off the ground as if stepping on a wave of blood.
Exactly, he is quite skilled in the blood wave knife method, it will be more than a wave, when the wind flourished, but his blood wave knife method was admired. In less than five years, he will be able to fight himself.
kā cā!
Xiao Chen's body flashed, and suddenly a bright and crisp knife sounded between the heavens and the earth, like a treasure knife coming out of the sheath. The crisp, clean, distant voice also carries a royal hegemony.
If Xiao Chen was a familiar person, he would know that Xiao Chen had improved his emperor's hegemony and joined his new enlightenment.
Golden Scale felt his eyes were blown, clearly saw the appearance of the knife, but why did he hear the Sheath of the Universe Knife, a knife wind blowing, Xiao Chen rubbed past him at lightning speed.
Puffing, Golden Scale found his protective method broken, leaving a striking knife mark on the armor in front of his chest. There was a slight chill in his chest, but the knife broke only his armor and left no marks on him.
His heart was shocked, and he hurried to accept the trick. A heavy blooded wolf turned around and found Xiao Chen walking around behind him, kicking him.
It was clearly a foot, which gave him a feeling, but it was a ray of knife light, from the bottom up, and it slashed over. The knife is endless, the air is filled with treasure knife buzzing, and the blood knife in your hand is a little unstable.
It wasn't until the sword was swinging out of gear that it was too late. Once again, this foot easily broke his protective laws, leaving a clear knife mark on his left shoulder armor.
Retreat! Retreat!
It was so weird, Jin Ping hurried back, ready to get familiar with Xiao Chen's routine before thinking about countermeasures, the blood wolf beneath his feet flickered and flew back with it.
Xiao Chen followed it closely, his body flashed, there were no matching blades everywhere, the bright knife in the heavens and the earth never stopped singing, the movement was like clouds of water, pleasing eyes, but killing machines everywhere.
Ten moves later, the armor on the golden scales, too many marks broken, swayed and directly broke into pieces.
The figure flashed again, Xiao Chen's side hit the past towards the golden scale, as if a machete, with a blade, shoulder sharp, from top to bottom, violently chopped the past.
With a loud bang, the heavenly rule barrier interwoven in front of Golden Scale was easily broken in half. The vision derived from the blood wave knife method is also a complete collapse. Once the face is white, it falls to the ground in a flash.
Xiao Chen, as he fell, stood opposite Eight and looked at Golden Scale silently.
One glance punctured the void, the dagger soul was prototype, with immortal thunderous will, as the gaze burst out. In that instant, Golden Scale felt that there were countless handfuls of the world's greatest treasure knife, and he flew towards it, and the next moment he was run by a thousand knife holes and died without a whole corpse.
Stepping backwards and backwards, Golden Scale accidentally fell to the ground, touching himself, intact body, trance said: “Didn't I die? Why are you still alive?”
That looked quite funny. In the eyes of outsiders, Kim Kangming stood well and took a few steps backwards. He said to himself that he was dead. All 19 other disciples suddenly laughed.
Golden Scale reacted, recalling Xiao Chen's last glance, at that time he really thought he was dead, the feeling of death was too real.
Bandit thought, bandit thought, golden scales up to look at Xiao Chen, just feel that the other party is unpredictable, completely immeasurable.
“Gambai downwind, oral heart, golden scale knife surgery, is certainly not worth mentioning.” Golden Scale arched his hand, afraid to look Xiao Chen in the eyes.
At the end of the day, in addition to the prototype of the sword soul and the immortal thunder will, Xiao Chen also applied some doorways in the drawing of the Blue Emperor's Battousai. Xiao Chen did not gain anything after studying the drawing of the Battousai for so long.
Brilliantly combine some of these techniques with your enlightened knife of meaning. In the future, killing people at a glance is not a matter of any kind.
Xiao Chen did not intend to deter the other party. From the performance of Golden Scale at this moment, he also fulfilled his expectations. “You have already died once," he said. "At the end of the day, you can enlighten yourself and you will get what you want. ”
The golden scale was silent and thoughtful. Think carefully of Xiao Chen's last sentence.
Han Qinghe asked in due course, laughing: “Anyone else doesn't like it now, but challenge Brother Xiao Chen for the knife technique. ”
Everyone shook their heads to see what happened to Golden Scale. Who dared to disobey Xiao Chen?
Han Qinghe smiled satisfactorily and walked to Xiao Chen, some apologies: “Xiao Chen, in this very period, the king warship in the gate, all of them are transferred to the starry sky silver lake, really can not bring out the king warship. I have a fortified Holy Class Battleship here, sailing in the stars, and it can still be done. ”
“No, I happen to have a royal battleship. ”
Xiao Chen opened his mouth, a mighty wind, engraved with a blue dragon circled Wang level battleship, with the boundless atmosphere of Wang Dao, circled over the sky.
“Dragon Gate Battleship! ”
“It is truly a Dragon Gate Battleship. Legend has it that the Blue Emperor built it himself. The Dragon Gate Battleship is the dragon of the king. The Emperor Battleship cannot be released, and the Emperor is pressing the king. ”
“As soon as the Dragon Gate Battleship came out, this time we could definitely make it home. At the time, the Dragon Gate Battleship was invincible. ”
A group of younger disciples saw the appearance of the Dragon Gate Battleship. They called it up. Without Han Qinghe saying, they jumped directly on it, and all the excited fighters came to the battleship.
Looking at some of Wang Xing's younger brothers with high morale, Han Qinghe smiled somewhat helplessly and said to Xiao Chen: “These youngsters are yours. I'm waiting for good news from Hao Tianxing. ”
“We'll meet again some day. ”
Slightly jumped, Xiao Chen jumped onto the Dragon Gate Battleship and waved his palms. Eighteen canvases engraved with a symbol rose.
In the blink of an eye, the Dragon Gate Battleship rolled away and drove in a vast galaxy with a crowd of proud offspring.